Dongfang Cheng was staying in the senior cadre ward of Huyue Province People's Hospital, which actually was rather humble treatment for his rank.
Chen Yang, looking through the glass in the ward door, saw Xi Juan sitting by Dongfang Cheng's bedside, her back to the door, her shoulders quivering slightly, obviously crying.
Although Xi Juan always put on a strong front, Chen Yang knew that seeing her fiance in such a state must be incredibly hard for her.
In another month, they were to marry, and Dongfang Cheng was to retire, ready to start a sweet and happy married life with Xi Juan.
But no one expected such a tragedy to unfold.
All of Dongfang Cheng's plans, all his beautiful wishes, had been shattered.
He had become a vegetative person, unaware of everything, only able to lie in his bed and live.
